Don't Hold Back
Dohyun's head was spinning.
Just sitting across from Dayeon like this had taken him time to get used to. A situation where they were actually kissing? That was something he had never even imagined. So of course he was reeling.
"I'm not kidding. Ever since I heard about it from Eunchae, I've always been jealous. I've wanted to do this with you."
But Dayeon showed no sign of backing down. She averted her eyes as if embarrassed, yet she didn't try to take it back or claim it had been a mistake.
"...No, noona. I'm a guy, you know. For real."
"I know you're a guy. Obviously."
"If you do this when it's just the two of us... you know what I'm going to do, right?"
"...I'm doing this because I want you to do something about it."
Dayeon clearly had no intention of retreating. Dohyun was barely holding onto his sanity when her lips brushed his — a soft, fleeting peck.
"Don't hold back, Dohyun. Don't hold it in. It's okay to do whatever you want."
Do whatever he wanted...
"Don't regret this later."
"I won't."
Dayeon's gaze was as clear and unwavering as always. It was obvious she wasn't drunk, wasn't just saying this because of the alcohol.
Dohyun slowly moved closer. He took hold of her slightly trembling, slender shoulders and kissed her — a wet, lingering press of lips.
"Mm..."
Dayeon had been the one to seduce him, but first times always came with a mix of excitement and fear. That was just how it was. Her shoulders were still trembling in small, fine shivers, and her tightly shut eyes seemed to prove both the fear and the thrill at once.
"It's okay. Don't be scared."
He kissed her again. And again. He stroked her hair gently as he did, over and over, as if to soothe her, and the tension in her trembling shoulders slowly began to ease, the shaking fading away.
They kissed and pulled apart, kissed and pulled apart, again and again.
"Haa... mm..."
Then it deepened into the kind of hungry, devouring kiss he had only ever seen in movies. Their lips met and parted without rest. Dohyun playfully nipped at her lower lip, just enough not to hurt.
"That... tickles."
A tingling sensation bloomed from Dayeon's heart and spread through her entire body.
"Yeah. Me too."
It wasn't Dohyun's first kiss, but kissing Dayeon was. And he felt it too — a current, like electricity, sparking from every place their lips touched.
"Hh, nn..."
When her lips parted just enough to breathe, a soft tongue slipped inside — a sensation unlike anything she had felt before. A wet, sucking sound. Lips sliding together. Their saliva mixed. Their tongues tangled.
The deep kiss went on and on, every second of it making it clear how badly they wanted each other. Dohyun's hands, which had been resting lightly on her shoulders, began to drift slowly downward.
Soft.
Her D-cup breasts filled his hands, and through the thin fabric he could feel both her bra and the yielding warmth of her chest underneath.
"Hnn, mm..."
She trembled again, but she didn't pull away. She had been the one to seduce him, and her confession that she had been jealous all this time hadn't been a lie.
"If you don't like something, or if it hurts, tell me right away. Anytime."
His gentle whisper gave her a sense of security. The reassurance that he would stop if she was truly scared meant more than she could say.
"Okay... I'm fine."
When he pulled up her T-shirt, her pale, milky skin came into view.
"You're beautiful."
She was still wearing a bra, so he couldn't see her bare breasts — but somehow the sight of her in her underwear was even more erotic. No. Everything about this situation was so filthy and dizzying he could barely handle it.
"If I'd known this was going to happen, I would've worn something prettier."
Dayeon, like most people, usually preferred comfortable underwear over pretty lingerie. The thought that this was the first underwear she was showing Dohyun left her feeling a little self-conscious.
"Why? This is plenty pretty."
But Dohyun thought the plain, patternless white bra suited Dayeon's pale skin perfectly.
"What does 'pretty underwear' even look like?"
This already looked great on her. The fact that she mentioned prettier underwear made him wonder if her idea of pretty was different from his.
"Well... I have a few pieces I really like and take care of. Those kinds."
"What do they look like?"
"...I'll show you next time."
But Dayeon didn't bother explaining. She just said she would show him next time.
"...Now I'm really looking forward to it."
That was a promise of a next time — and nothing could have gotten him more worked up.
"Touching you over your bra feels amazing too."
The plain fabric had no scratchy lace. Just the soft cotton texture combined with the yielding softness of her breasts — a sensation incomparably more vivid than touching her through her clothes.
"Hah, nn... it feels weird. Really weird."
"What kind of weird?"
"Just... tingly, and really... really dirty."
She couldn't put it into words. It was just filthy, through and through.
"Hmm. And what does 'dirty' feel like?"
He kneaded her breasts, slow and thorough. Dohyun's almost casual conversation had Dayeon, who had been nothing but tense earlier, starting to relax. She was beginning to enjoy this.
"It's so strange. That we're doing this."
"Yeah. Honestly, I still feel like I'm dreaming."
Being with someone he liked felt better than he could have ever imagined. He was only touching her breasts, but the situation itself was so erotic that his cock was already standing at full attention, as if it agreed completely.
"...Hey. Can I... touch it?"
Dayeon had been sneaking glances at the bulge in his pants. She asked carefully, almost timidly.
"Huh? Oh — y-yeah. As much as you want. Do whatever you want."
"Okay...!"
She reached out, and her hand settled over the bulge.
Namu Amitabha... Avalokitesvara...
Dohyun started reciting Buddhist sutras in his head as hard as he could. Without something like this, he might actually come right then and there. And he really, really didn't want to look like that much of a premature ejaculator.
"W-wow. It's so hard."
The sensation of her hand rubbing him through his pants was maddeningly intense.
"I want to see it for real."
She looked up at him with curious, sparkling eyes, and for a moment Dohyun thought he would grant her any request in the world.
"Go ahead."
He stood up, awkwardly pulled down his pants and underwear, and his cock sprang free — fully hard, swollen thick, veins standing out — right in front of Dayeon's eyes.
"...W-wow..."
Even through his pants she had thought it was big, but seeing it in person, it looked impossibly huge.
Th-this is going to... go inside me?
Unlike Eunchae, Dayeon had never even properly masturbated. She had no frame of reference at all. Something that big, going into such a small hole?
"...I-I don't think this is going to fit."
She said it with a slightly dazed expression, and Dohyun felt his heart drop.
"Noona, you're seriously too cute."
"I'm the older one here. Am I really supposed to be getting called cute...?"
"Yep. You are."
Dohyun kissed her softly, smiling, and started slowly pushing her bra up.
"Eek — a-are you taking it off?"
"Yeah. I showed you mine, so you have to show me yours."
"With my chest... is that okay?"
Dayeon had no idea she had been saying things that made his heart skip all night.
"...Then are you going to show me down there?"
"I-I was going to show you, but... right now...?"
"You just asked if your chest was okay."
Only then did Dayeon realize what she had said. Her face went up in flames.
"Ah, wait, th-that's... uh..."
She flailed her hands, stammering in panic. It was incredibly adorable — but of course Dohyun had no intention of backing down. Normally he might have let it go and pretended not to notice. But not now.
"Then take it off and show me. I showed you mine."
"Hurry up."
Faced with Dohyun's unexpectedly firm tone, Dayeon swallowed hard. After a moment of fidgeting, she slowly started to move her hands.
She was wearing short shorts that should have been easy to take off. They only covered half her thighs to begin with, so why was taking them off this embarrassing?
"...Hnnn..."
She squeezed her eyes shut and managed to get the shorts off. They dropped to the floor, revealing panties that matched her bra — plain, patternless white. And right in the center of those white panties, a damp, wet stain was clearly visible.
"I like gray panties, personally."
"Wh-where did that come from?"
"Yeah. The wet spots show up best on gray."
Dayeon stared at him with a look of utter disbelief at the perverted comment. But thanks to it, she felt her tension ease just a little.
"So our Dohyun's a pretty smooth talker, huh?"
"Mm. I'm working hard at it."
He chuckled and reached for the waistband of her panties. Dayeon jolted.
"Eep...!"
"Can I take these off myself?"
"...Nnh. Th-that's... y-yeah... okay."
She had already decided she was going to show him her most private place — and let him have it. So Dayeon squeezed her eyes shut and gave him permission.